Scully sat down next to her partner, who was moping pathetically on his couch. Slouched all the way down, his shoulders hunched forward and his chin tucked to his collar bone, Mulder was full on pouting. Turning herself towards him, their knees now brushing ever so slightly, Scully observed her patient.

"So why did you call me here?" she asked, keeping both her amusement and annoyance at his behavior out of her voice.

"I got a booboo," he answered, very nearly whining. He turned puppy dog eyes on her.

"Aw, why didn't you say so baby?" her voice turned poison sweet, loaded with a large dose of sarcasm. Grabbing the cool beer that was sitting in front of him on the coffee table, she opened it. Seeing him watch her actions and obviously hoping she would now pass the bottle to him, she took a swig for herself. Relaxing back, she snatched up the tv remote and turned it on to start flipping through the channels. "If you hurt yourself, you should call a doctor." Her voice was all seriousness now.

Mulder had sat up, turning his full attention away from his moping and on to her. "But Scully, you are a doctor!"

"Not a practicing one," she grumbled. "As my mother as started taken to reminding me." She looked up at him now, hovering at attention by her side. "So why did you really want me to come over?"

So here was the moment where he either made something up or admitted he couldn't make it the whole weekend without seeing her… That he was just as sad and lonely a soul as she no doubt believed. A freak still, after all these years, vying for her attention and yet not knowing how to ask for it in a normal manner. He found himself searching her face, as though it held to answers to all the truths he sought after.

And her eyes searched back, hunting for the answer he was unwilling to give. She finally settled with a gentle smile, the genuine kind that he saw, much to he own sorrow and guilt, less and less often. "Why don't you go grab a beer, and I'll order us some take out. Our usual."

At the words 'us' and 'our', he couldn't help the childish flutters that tend to only be described by young female characters. He beamed back at Scully, and, on impulse, darted forward to kiss her forehead ever so briefly.

"Sounds like a plan!"

And she could only shake her head in bemusement at how quick his mood had changed, as his eyes now positively sparkled with contentment. But somehow she knew, that same shine inhabited her eyes as well.